•MCD One-Shotsᵀᴾᴬ

Travis x Reader // Colors

Y/N = Your Name

E/C = Eye Color

H/C = Hair Color

N/N = Nickname

Idk if I like this one shot, but I'm gonna roll with it. ~Riley

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I have a gift.

And it isn't just something you can acquire or learn, it's something that makes me unique, aside from any other individual on this planet.

I'll give you a hint. Whenever I get mad at something, say Travis tries to compliment my butt, my eyes change. Drastically, even. From my natural E/C eyes, they fill with a fiery red, showing my anger to the world around me. Or say Travis inspires me to do something or encourages me, they become a rusty orange.

No matter what though, it always goes back to Travis. If Aphmau makes me happy, they don't magically turn golden. Or if Katelyn makes me angry that Travis left her for me, they don't change crimson for madness or blue for sadness. They stay normal.

But what does make them change is Travis. Only him. And it all started one day, and boy, do I remember it clearly.

I was just moving back into town after high school, where I met so many friendly faces throughout my three years at Phoenix Drop High. Katelyn, Kawaii~Chan, Dante, Aphmau, you name it.

I remembered my ex-boyfriend-but-current-boyfriend, Travis, this whole time, hoping to avoid him at all costs for what he did. He abandoned me for Lucinda, someone who I kept very well in touch with since he played her with Katelyn.

My house was located just a block from Lucinda's, so I walked there one day to surprise her that I moved into the area. Upon arriving, none other than Travis opened the door.

"Hey, I'm just taking care of Lucy's cat fo--- W-Wow... I-It's you! Y/N!" He exclaimed as I wanted to make a mad dash to my house as quickly as possible.

"H-Hey..." I muttered, shooting him a glare. I felt this immediate fury and heartache arise in my body, but I kept my mouth shut.

"Are you... Okay?" He asked in a concerned tone.

"Yep... I'm juuuust peachy."

I stared at his body, still a small bit taller than me but with the same exact hair cut from high school. I stood on Lucinda's porch in silence as he was positioned at the door frame.

"Look, I'm sorry again for dumping you. It's just that I didn't have feelings for you at the time and Lucinda--"

"LOOK, MISTER!" I yelled, not caring that the whole neighborhood could hear, "I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME AND WHAT DO YOU DO?"

"Uh... Y/N..."

"YOU EFFING DUMPED ME. LEAVING ME TO BE WITH LUCINDA. AND YOU DIDN'T JUST DO IT ONCE, OH NO. TWICE I TELL YOU. TWICE."

"Y/N..." He interrupted, firing me up more.

"I'M DONE WITH YOU VALKRUM. DONE WITH YOUR GAMES. DONE WITH YOUR LOOKS. I'M DONE WITH--"

He interrupted my ranting with a kiss, cupping my cheeks. It was fast and it made me shut up, only to slap him across the face.

"What. The. HELLLLLL," I screamed.

"Y/N, I know you're upset, but listen to me," He cooed, placing his hands on my shoulders and giving me a firm look in the eyes. He stroked my H/C hair and stared at me, "This whole time, your eye's haven't been gray."

"You're delusional." I state, throwing his hands of my arms in agony.

"Fine. I'll go get a mirror but STAY HERE. Trust me, they've been a swirl of reds and blues, and when I was talking to you, they changed. Stay put, and please, don't leave." He ran inside of Lucinda's house and arrived with a circle mirror, "See for yourself."

He gave me the mirror as I rolled my eyes, looking into it with utter fear. My pupils were flaming, a scarlet burst of color. I yelped as he took the mirror back, "See what I mean."

"Y-Yeah, B-But how?" I stuttered, waiting for a response.

"I'm not the one you should ask. But, they've been constantly changing, from the red to an ocean blue to a pink... Even a spring green when I-- N-Nevermind." He stopped, making me curious at the time.

"W-What?" I said, stepping closer to him, "What were you gonna say, Valkrum?"

"W-Well, I w-was going to s-say... WHENIKISSEDYOU." He slurred, unauditable.

"I heard kiss, didn't I? Why didn't you just say it?" I questioned, thinking of a comeback, "AHA! You actually liked it, didn't you?"

"What? I don't know what you're talking about..." He remarked, avoiding my eyes, "T-They're pink again..."

"Hm... Maybe pink means... Power or control... Because I definitely feel good." I respond.

"Well, uh... GOTTA GO FEED THE CAT BYE!" He finished, locking Lucinda's door.

And that's how our story started. It's how my boyfriend turned for me, and how I fell right back into his trap again.

I wonder what the future may hold. For me, for him, our future, and my mysterious talent.